couldn't go just then. And at last Frisky Squirrel and his mother had
to go and spend the night in the house of a friend.

When they came back to the old hickory tree the next morning Fatty
Coon had gone. He had tried the whole night long to get through the
doorway. And at last--just as the sun was rising--he managed to slip
out.

Mrs. Squirrel knew that Fatty had had a hard time, because he had left
a good deal of his fur behind him. It clung to the sides of the
doorway. And Mrs. Squirrel spent half the day picking it off and
throwing the beechnut-shells out of her house. She was a very neat
housekeeper; and she was quite annoyed to find her house upset.

As for Frisky, he began to bring home another store of nuts that very
day. After what had happened neither he nor his mother had any fear
that Fatty Coon would ever trouble them again.




XV

Helpful Mr. Crow


Frisky Squirrel's mother had often told him not to have anything to do
with Mr. Crow. "He's such a tricky old fellow!" she said. "He seems to
have nothing to do but get folks into trouble. Don't go near him, and
don't have anything to say to him."